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Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes

All the words are gonna bleed from me And I will think no more And the stains comin’ from my blood tell me “go back home”

[natbucky]

make me choose between: buckynat or klaroline?

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the reunion || natasha & bucky

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beguilcd‌:

      she’s back at the tower,  for good this time so it seems.   clint had been the one to retrieve her,  because of course he had.   with this new agreement granting them immunity there’s no real reason to stay gone anymore,  a relief because she misses the only people she’s ever called family.   and had that not been enough to get her back around clint’s other news certainly would have.

      they’d found bucky,  and he was being held at the avengers tower awaiting trial.

      she hadn’t wanted to be too obvious when she’d first gotten back,  giving herself time to say hello to steve and spend a little time with a few others before seeking him out.   eventually she couldn’t take it anymore though.   she needed to see him.   which is what leads her to the training room,  one of her most frequented locations before she’d been forced to go on the run.   and there he is,  like a ghost reappearing after a long silence.   she feels her stomach clench at the sight of him.   he looks so different,  cleans up nicely,  but there’s a faraway look in his eyes that makes her want to cry.

      she approaches slowly,  admittedly a little afraid to startle him in any way.   she can still feel that cold metal hand clenching around her throat.   the memory sends a small shiver down her spine but she hides it with all of the confidence and grace she usually carries herself with.   his question,  though,  does make her flinch.   it hurts to see him like this.   “ i’m real, ”  she answers with a nod and she stops several feet in front of him.   “ do you…  know me? ”   it’s a toss-up really,  a hit or miss.   she’s hoping for a hit but with everything he’s been through it’s unpredictable.   she hates that for him,  wishes there was something she could do.

            He exhales a relieved sigh and reaches up to run his hand through what's left of his hair, resting his palm at the back of his head. Whatever the hell they did to him to quell his ability to determine between memories, real or false, has made its presence known in his inability to suss real people from figures and shadows. He can see her, it's not that he can't but his mind is so over-processed, so finely milled at this point that he can't seem to match the right emotion to the right stimuli.

Bucky has to focus, concentrate to force the blur of his life back into the shadows and focus on the present moment. Sometimes it's easy, others not. He does focus, though. On her. Her delicate features, the sound of her voice. Natalia. His eyes narrow and he breathes, almost a whisper, "... 'Tasha."

    He knew she'd come, eventually. It's in her nature to care, to burden herself with the well being of others. Even the distorted human garbage Hydra left behind. Takes a heavy seat on a bench against the wall, trying to raise the last of his courage and tell her to go because all she's doing by seeking him out is backsliding. He can't, though. Can't bring himself to do the right thing -- what a shocker.

         There's just enough self-control left in his husk to find her in his gaze, again, and while he sounds lucid, it's clear that he can't focus, "Heard the news, right? Guess you must've by now. It's dangerous, you shouldn't be here."

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beliefruined‌:

* (  THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE /  SENTENCE PROMPTS. || accepting

❛ I don’t feel anything. ❜ – @formerfistofhydra​

“Emotionally or physically? Because … physically I can really do something about. Emotionally … there’s not really magic for that,” she said, “I can on the other hand, brew a very relaxing tea. And um, technically my house is in San Fransisco so if you want some very relaxing brownies, I can … also procure those. Or wine. You know I’ve got a lot of drinks and remedies for dealing with the emotional burden of … existing in society. Unless it’s not that and you like literally have nerve damage because for that I just have magic, and I can get you fixed up like that,” she said, giving one snap of her fingers. 

                Bucky grips the edge of his cot, shakes his head gently and can't bring himself to look up at her, "It's not emotional..." and, while it might lead to emotional turmoil, he's right. They found a way to put it into his head, there's got to be a way to get it out.

He finally manages to make eye contact, but there's something nervous about it, "Hydra got inside my head. Brainwashed me," for lack of a simple term to describe the horrors he was actually subjected to, "They said you might be able to help me."

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I remember looking for the Russian version of this movie, just to hear what it WOULD HAVE sounded like, and this is what Once Upon A December would have sounded like. This is the official Russian dub, taken from the movie.

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[morarty]

“As this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.”

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the reunion || natasha & bucky

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           He spends most of his time in the training room. Not allowed in the lab, not allowed near the weapons. Can't set a foot on the ground level. He gets it, and there's still more freedom inside the confines of this arrangement than there ever was out there, in the wind. Always, always at the mercy of the elements.

It's a hideout, really. There are weights if he wants to drag them out. Mats, a heavy bag. Every now and then Steve joins him but, mostly, Bucky hides away these days. Staying out of people's way and staying out of sight. So aloof that a representative from the United Nations has checked, twice, that he was still there. Alive and breathing, waiting for his day in court. As if he'd ever run when he knows what's on the line.

     He's less foggy today, has been the past couple of days and so when the elevator opens it actually registers. Less foggy doesn't mean clear, though, and when Bucky looks up at Natasha through heavy lashes, he almost looks a little wild. Not frightened, but wily, like a wolf looking through the bars of a cage. Still and cold. Scrappy and hungry, in spite of the bang-up job Fury did of getting him cleaned up and presentable. A shave, a haircut. Nobody thought to do something about his mental state, but there's really nothing for that. He squints a bit, trying to suss out if the approaching figure's a familiar one, "You’re real, right?"

[doorianpavus]

Bucky Barnes is Beautiful (5/?) 

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‘til the end of the line || steve & bucky

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"You’ll be in good hands here. Besides,” Steve explained in a kind but tired voice, “It wasn’t up to me. Part of the treaty we signed with the U.N. says you’re to be placed under strict supervision. I guess that means us.”

He let Bucky reach out to him then mirrored that movement to unlock his cuffs and take them off. The cuffs were necessary and he knew that but locking them around his friend’s wrists was hell on him. Buck could take it but Steve had grown weary of it all.

“Don’t give up yet. This is still America.” he said as he put Bucky’s shoulder in a firm and fond grip, although it probably was more comfort to him than Bucky, “I know a lot’s happened but I still believe in our justice system. We’re lobbying for more time to mount a defense. It’s not the end of the line until it’s the end of the line.”

            He smiles at that, but there's a little sadness behind it. Steve's so good-natured, he tries so damn hard to be optimistic that it's a chore to bring him back down to earth. So Bucky doesn't try. Just reaches up to rest his hand on Steve's wrist, keeping it on his shoulder for a moment longer than necessary, "You always were kinda stupid." with the kind of smirk that says a little stupid's what he needs right now, "Alright." he sighs, "Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere, I know what's riding on me and I won't let you down."

Bucky looks back at the helicopter, standing by with armed guards in case he snaps and goes all Winter is Coming on them. He gently grips and wrings his wrist, it's free of it's shackle, so used to the metal against his skin that he doesn't even notice the difference anymore, "So, what happens now? I just stay here and hope nothing bad happens?"

      Which, seriously? Are they out of their fucking minds? Because Bucky's life is one, long game of 'I hope nothing bad happens' where that prophecy is fulfilled time and time again. He knows just being in New York City is going to cause a commotion and he's not looking forward to being a beacon that draws Hydra to their doorstep.

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colour palette meme » @downtownhoechlin​ requested: Bucky Barnes & Under Sea

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26 - 29  /  ∞ of this Romanian Prince

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‘til the end of the line || steve & bucky

@timemovesonandon​

       "I don't wanna kill your joy but I think you're asking for it, bringing me back here." he sounds like he's joking, like it's a little light-hearted quipping between old friends but the fact of the matter is that everyone Bucky actually knows in New York City is someone he's tried to kill and that's not the kind of thing you just forgive. At least, not in his line of work.

Not that he still has a line of work. His job here is simple -- stay put, be a good soldier, model citizen. Stand trial for crimes stretching back to WWII. He's there as a bargaining chip. Not even a scapegoat, because he abso-fucking-lutely did what they say he did. At least he doesn't have to run, anymore. He was always gonna end up dead, but this way there's something like peace in the time leading up to that death and he owes Tony for that. And Steve.

               When they're out of the helicopter and halfway to the doors, Bucky pauses and holds out his wrists, "I'm just glad somebody's with me on this ride. 'Til the end of the line."

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in between dances || bonnie & bucky

@littlebennettbitch​​

         Bucky's getting used to this. The noise, the bustle, the stupid explosions on the highest floor in the building that send him into friggin' Nam flashbacks. Compared to the relative quiet of Wakanda, New York City is a nightmare. But it's home. It's home. He's glad of that. That's not all he's getting used to. New people, not sure who's part of Fury's Crew and who's a bystander, but they're definitely expanding their ranks. Even though he realizes these people are friends, not foes, there's still the urge in him to run. To shoot out the windows and yeet himself over the edge. Paranoia, fun little Christmas present from his former employers.

     He makes it to the training room alright, finally clean-shaven and hell-bent on using the heavy bag to keep him awake and turn his sleep schedule back to a normal one. Avengers Tower's not a maze, it's not that hard to navigate but he finds his mind wandering when he needs to focus and it makes getting around a lot harder than it has to be.

           His gym bag hits the floor and his shoes are kicked off nearly as soon as his feet touch the mat. The lack of sleep, lack of focus is getting to him and he's already got the heavy bag out and is hanging it up when his formerly sharp senses finally clue him in that he's not alone. He's vision narrows a little and he reaches for the towel in his bag, pulling it over his shoulders like a blanket because he doesn't know who he'll find and that arm isn't exactly attractive, "Sorry, I thought I was alone."

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whoever you are || cassie & bucky

@magimath​

                      дорогой. It’s the saddest endearment in a language he wants to forget and the first thing to float into his mind, lodge itself in his throat. Though he still has trouble plucking clear, honest memories out of the fluff left behind by Hydra, this? He remembers this. The sound of that word, the taste of it. A little island of peace in the wretched embers of the life before this one. He'd like to forget that, too. It’s the hair. That shock of red that takes him back further than he wants to go.

He swallows the urge and tries to smile, leaning on the bar. Natasha always was a night owl, “Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

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when you think you’re alone i’ll be like a ghost behind you when you’re down and you can’t find the things to say you know i’ll give my words to you when the seasons change and the sun shines on your face yeah, i’ll be there with you you’re a part of me now just as much as i’m a part of you